Tony exited the bathroom as he tightened up the tie around his neck. The gala that NCIS - Unità anticrimine was being honored at was going to start soon and of course they were running late. He worried what Gibbs would do if they showed up late and his hand instinctively started rubbing the back of his head.
“Ziv…” the name of the woman standing between the billowy white curtains died on his lips as he watched her with her leg bent at the knee and putting on a black high heeled shoe. He gulped and then gulped again as he watched her dressed in only her black bra and skimpy black panties. Her hair fell around...
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